"The Call" lyrics

"The Call"

I doubted I was alive
Dreaming only
She said not to just describe, but
Be something holy
I read the verse in her eyes
It's real experimental
It's on a different level
She's my favourite rebel

I heard my name, I held my breath
Glistening sweat on the back of my neck
Back of my neck
Keep up, keep up
Keep, keep up, keep up

Because we are what we are
Stripped down to
Elemental scar
Needs you, feeds you
Forget the mind, the body's growing thin
Your bones and your skin
And you must follow them

I heard my name, I held my breath
Glistening sweat on the back of my neck

Let me hear the call, "We're going!"
Either restless or reborn, we're going
We're going
We're going

Something about the claim of the breath
That glistened like sweat on the back of my neck
Something about the claim of the breath
That glistened like sweat on the back of my neck
Something about
She's my favourite rebel
Something about
She's my favourite rebel
Something about
She's my favourite rebel
Something about
She's my favourite rebel
Something about


Writer(s): Brendan Canning, Ohad Benchetrit, Joseph Colero
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